Elfrea
Alea rests her head on my neck and shoulder, her breath tickling my skin as it deepens. I closed my eyes and I listened to her heartbeat steady and slow; she was falling asleep. Alea's hands are still active as I feel one hand traveling up my shirt, the other grabbing at my ass cheek. After a few slow squeezes, Alea suddenly stops, her grip loosens, and she rolls onto her back. A loud snore bursts from her, making it hard to hold in my laughter.
I watched over her for a while, being able to see in the darkness had become an amazing skill with this view. Since discovering I was a vampire, I missed using my magic. Learning my new abilities felt like a replacement, and what I did to kill the feral swirled my curiosity. The idea of using blood as a weapon or just bending it to my will was a thrilling thought. With everything Alea has told me about the world now, I will need to fight. Something I never thought I would ever be doing.
The vampires out there want someone like Alea, and I won't let them near her. I already have rare abilities; according to Alea, and while I haven't said much about it, I can feel magic. I am sure I will sense her friend when he visits. I will do whatever makes it easier for Alea to stay in the dark around the house. I plan to listen for more ferals and only show myself if necessary.
I gaze over Alea's body, thinking how it felt so much softer than I had imagined, and more toned. I gently run my hand along her injured side. Dark purple covered most of the area, but the edges showed signs of healing. As much as I wanted to continue tonight, I was afraid she would hurt herself again.
I pull the covers tight over us both and snuggle in at her side. I kiss her forehead as she continues to snore loudly. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
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I wake to a weight on top of me, lips kissing at my neck. Before opening my eyes, I knew the sight I would find. Alea held each of my wrists, loosely holding me down.
"Alea," I moaned.
I feel a smile form on her lips as she presses them against my skin. As she moves her mouth lower along my neck, trails of electric jolts wake me. The sensation is so intense that I forgot Alea is injured. Watching her shift between my arms, energetic and sure, you would never guess she had been hurt.
"Alea," I moan her name again as she begins to move lower down my body.
My eyes open wide as her hands suddenly grip my hips. I look down to see Alea, hair loose from her braid and a mischievous smile on her lips. I press my legs together, feeling myself grow wet.
"Good Morning," I smiled back at her.
Then, without a word, Alea hooks her fingers into the side of my underwear and glides them off of me. My heart speeds up, and my mind goes blank. I don't even consider what I let her do next. I moan out loudly as her tongue dips between my legs.
Electric jolts shoot through my body, and I let my legs fall to the side. With each movement of her tongue, she had me lifting my hips and moving with her.
"Alea!" I scream her name as the storm builds inside of me.
Alea's face is still buried between my legs. I feel more pressure inside of me as she continues using her tongue. With one hand, Alea caresses and grabs one of my ass cheeks, while her other hand moves in and out of me, sending the storm crashing through my body.
I feel small shivers of pleasure roll through me as Alea slows her movements. My hands run through her loose waves. I tug lightly, telling her to come to me.
"Good Morning," Alea says, kissing me, the taste of me on her lips. I let out a growl.
"I can get the hot water to activate in the washroom." She suddenly says.
My eyes wide, I follow Alea as she holds my hand and leads me into the small washroom. The room contained only a small tub and a toilet in the corner. The small window was already covered, letting in no light, only a lantern lit on the back of the toilet.
"No more pond trips for us," Alea says. She walks into the room and begins to run water into the tub. She then taps an inscription at the bottom of the tub.
Suddenly, I feel a familiar tickle begin in my throat, the familiar sensation of thirst.
"Enjoy, I need to find something to eat," I say, turning back to Alea's room to put my clothes on.
Alea followed behind me into the room. She grabbed her cloak, holding it out to me. I take it from her and wrap it around me, the only part uncovered would be my hand and part of my arm.
"I know!" She says and turns to riffle through her bag. Turning back to me, she handed me a pair of long black gloves that had padding in the palms and fingertips.
"Keep the cloak tight around your face and don't look at the sun. Stay in areas where the trees' canopy cuts down your exposure." Alea runs through a list of rules for me as she tightens the cloak's hood, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"I promise I won't be long," I say as I step out into the sun for the first time in over two hundred years.
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When I get back to the cabin after my hunt, I find Alea on the deck beating some dusty blankets and hanging clothes on a rope between two small trees. She had a pair of new clothes on, but no corset. Alea's hair hung loose and wild, still wet from her bath. A large smile forms as she looks over to me as I break through the trees.
"Anything good?" She asked as I approached her.
"A large, unhappy raccoon was heading home. I tried to refrain from completely draining the animal, but I need to keep practicing control. I also tried using the strange blood thing, but couldn't get anywhere." I say I open the door and we both head inside.
"Sit, and I will fix your braid," I say to Alea. She moves to sit down on the couch. Sitting down next to her, we situate ourselves, and I begin to work the braid.
"Did you try cutting your hand?" She asks.
I shake my head no. I didn't want to risk sun exposure or ruin the gloves.
"I could try now," I say. I quickly finish up her braid and remove the cloak and gloves. I pull out the dagger and hold my hand out.
I go to cut a thin line in my hand, but I only hover the blade over my palm. The anticipation of feeling the pain stops me. I look up at Alea.
"Try a small prick at first," She gives me an encouraging half smile.
I take a breath and hold the blade's sharp point above my pointer finger. I quickly tap the blade and pierce my skin before I could give myself another moment to overthink it. I pressed near the wound, and a bit of dark red appeared.
"Try and feel the way you had fought the feral," Alea says.
I concentrated on the drop of blood that sat atop my finger, thinking of that night. I brought the image of the feral going after Alea, along with the panic and anger I had felt. I soon felt that warmth flow to my fingertips as the blood began to move. It slowly floated in a thin blood stream, the sight breaking my concentration. I felt the feeling of magic vanish, causing the blood to lose form and fall in a splatter on the ground.
"Wow!" Alea yells.
I looked from the blood splatter to see Alea's wide eyes sparkling as she looked at me. I was relieved to see her excited about this new ability and not afraid. Last night and the wake-up call this morning had changed things between us. I still wasn't sure what our relationship was now, but I knew she wasn't wary of me anymore.
"I can't wait to help you more, but I need to get everything ready before Cole shows up," she says.
I nod my head and go to grab a cloth to clean the blood drips, and the spot on my finger is completely gone.
"What is your plan?" I ask, ready to help her.
"The plan is to get my bag and hang around the manor until he shows up. Once I know he is gone, I will head back this way. Everything should go smoothly. The only worry I have is about ferals attacking." She breathes a heavy sigh.
"I didn't see any signs while I was out, but I will stay nearby. It's always good to have a backup, right?" I grin at her.
She nods her head yes, returning my smile.
"We still have plenty of time until then, so I'm going to head to the manor and look around. Take a bath and join me once you are done." Alea says. She disappears into her room, and I take the moment to remove my boots before walking into the washroom.
I turned the faucet, and as the water filled up, I could feel it grow warmer, along with the sense of magic coming from the inscription it flowed from. As I turn to gather a towel, I see Alea's towel and a new set of clothes. She holds them out to me, and I generously take them.
"Don't rush, it is so much better than the pond." Alea turns and leaves.
I began to remove my clothes and was down to only my corset when I heard Alea walk back in. When she first opens the door, she only stares. This time, she doesn't shy away or hide how she looks at me. I felt embarrassed, but I didn't hide from her either. I stood in place and let her enjoy the view.
"Do you need help with the corset?" If I didn't have such good hearing, I might not have heard her. She seemed to be stuck in a trance.
I giggle at her; this seemed to snap her out of whatever thoughts she was lost in. She bites her lip and steps forward when I shake my head yes. Her fingers this time had more contact than the first time she helped me with the corset. Alea was still gentle as I felt her fingers glide down my back to where the strings were tied before loosening them.
"Enjoy your bath," Alea says as I turn to face her, kissing me before leaving the room.
I slip into the warm bathwater and let out a moan as my body is submerged up to my shoulders. It was so soothing and relaxing, I rested my head on the edge of the tub, closing my eyes. My skin started to feel lighter as the water cleared off the layer of dirt that had remained. If all this was a dream I had created after so long, my imagination had gone off the charts. There was no mistaking that I was out of that coffin now.
After a while, I felt the water grow colder, telling me I should try to use the rag near me to remove any more dirt. When I looked at the water, it was a tan color from the amount of dirt and blood that had washed off. I grunted and began to drain the old water. Letting the new water only fill the tub halfway, I scrub the rest of my body and then attend to my hair. The weight lifted from the buildup of oil dust and dirt caused the water to return to the dirty tan color. I was surprised my hair still shone so silver with how much I had removed.
Wrapping in a towel, I sit down on the toilet seat and take a moment to enjoy the clean feeling after so many years. I look at the covered window and see that it was much darker in the room than when I had arrived. I put my new clothes on, and I see a corset similar to the one Alea wears. I was able to fix the tightness with the straps on the back, zipping the front over the new shirt. The pants were a bit tight, so I cut a small slit into the waist on each side to give my hips space.
Walking into my room, I look in the mirror. I use my fingers and comb through my thick silver curls, which shone even more since the wash. My eyes seemed to glow a brighter red, and my skin glowed. I wouldn't have thought I was looking at myself.
I finished getting ready, making sure the gloves and cloak kept me covered, and I left and headed out to the manor to meet up with Alea.